I don't know if it's because I listened to Gu Nan's words, but on the second day, Gao Changgong ordered someone to prepare a mask, which was a ghost face, with a red face and white pupils, and two curved ghost horns on the top of his head. His brow furrowed as if he were looking angrily at the man staring at the mask, his mouth wide open, revealing the sharp white teeth inside.

When he put this hideous ghost face on his face, Gao Changgong looked like he had really turned into a ghostly ghost, which made people look frightened.

A few days later, the order of the army arrived as scheduled, and the soldiers and horses stationed there finally began to march. On the desert, the army marched, driving the wind and sand, and in front of the army, the man on the horse wore a mask, as evil as a ghost.

The Turkic military horse system can be simply divided into three parts, namely the guards, the string controls, and the tuojie. The guards can be called attached, it was originally the personal soldier of the Ashina clan, that is, the wolf clan, because of the merits of the sweat and horses, was organized as the Khan's subordinate troops. However, after all, its number was small, and the Turkic Khan could not rely on a few personal soldiers to conquer the east and west.

The main body of the real Turkic army was actually the auxiliary soldiers of the vassal tribes, and this kind of army was called the String Controller.

And the last Tuo Karma is generally an elite army composed of Zhaowu Jiu surnamed Hu. These three forces formed the whole of the Turkic army, which galloped through the Northland.

Therefore, if you want to invade the hinterland of the Turks, you need to first exterminate the scattered tribes in their vicinity. After all, even if it is only the outermost soldiers and horses, letting them harass them from all sides will cause certain obstacles to the Wei army.

The wind blows the grit on people's faces, making people unconsciously half-close their eyes, and their cheeks are also a little painful. The wind in the desert is sometimes like a knife, and if it weren't for that, those who lived here would not always have to wear a robe to protect against the wind.

On the sand dunes, you can see a simple camp, and depending on the size of the camp, there are about thousands of soldiers and horses in it.

A not-so-tall, but sturdy horse stood in a clearing outside the camp and shook its head, and on horseback, a Turkic soldier looked into the distance.

They are the soldiers and horses of the nearby tribes, and they have been ordered to patrol outside during this time, which also has the meaning of garrison. I heard that the Wei army and horses in the south were coming, and in addition to them, the soldiers and horses of several tribes had already strengthened their vigilance, and they were just one of them.

However, although they were stationed here, most of the Turkic soldiers did not pay much attention to the Wei army that was about to go north. In their opinion, in this desert northern land, those delicate Wei people did not have the ability to fight with them at all. Without strong walls and fortresses, they would be nothing more than that.

In fact, this was already their impression of the Wei people a hundred years ago, and they did not belong to the Turks before, but to Rouran.

Because of the treaties made between Rouran and Wei in the early years, for a long time they only stood side by side with Wei and did not actually fight.

So in their impression, the Wei people were cowardly and had no ability to fight. As for what happened in the Wei state, they didn't know.

It wasn't until the last decade or so that the Turks overthrew Rouran that what happened later.

In the past ten years, the Turks have often invaded the border of Wei, but Wei has only been warning but has not really fought back, which has deepened their impression of Wei even more.

Unfortunately, they don't understand that sometimes wolves don't eat their prey not because the wolf can't eat it, but because they keep it when they're full.

The Turkic cavalry on horseback suddenly seemed to see something, frowned and looked at a place where a cloud of smoke rolled up, and the smoke was getting closer and closer in his sight, and cold sweat must have dripped from his forehead.

Because he recognized it, it was the appearance of the cavalry running, and looking at the scale of the smoke and dust, there were at least thousands of cavalry.

Then he saw a flag, and the word on it was a word he didn't recognize, but he knew what it meant.

He screamed, pulled the horses under him by the head, and ran toward the camp behind him.

As he ran, he waved his hands at the camp and shouted loudly.

The soldiers in the camp saw him and hurriedly beat a big drum beside him.

The drums sounded, beating on everyone's eardrums in a dull manner, and the Turkic soldiers in the camp picked up their weapons and turned on their horses. This drum can only represent one thing, an enemy attack.

A tall Turkic general lifted the sheepskin from the tent and walked out of the tent, looked at the soldiers who were running around to prepare for battle, and grinned fiercely. Stretched out his hand and pulled out a scimitar from his waist, and on the blade, the cold light was sharp, reflecting the desolate scenery of the desert north.

Their preparations were very rapid, and soon a group of Turkic soldiers were lined up in front of the camp, with bows and arrows in their hands, and pulled the bowstring apart, and the feathered arrows on the bowstring were aimed at the cavalry that was getting closer and closer outside the camp.

The distance between the two armies had reached such a point that they could see each other clearly, and in the eyes of the Turks, the cavalry was black, like a pack of wolves rushing in, and the armor on its body was heavy just to look at, and the sound of horses' hooves was deafening with every step forward.

In their hands they held spears and pointed straight at the camp. The spearhead of the spear was a terrible shape, with three edges and corners, and each of them had a row of slender blood grooves on top of it, and one could even imagine what it would be like to be stabbed by something like that.

The cavalry had not yet arrived, but the loud noise and the armor blades had already made the hands of the Turkic soldiers break into a cold sweat.

They could never have imagined that these thousands of cavalry were wearing almost full body of heavy armor. They live in Mobei all the year round, and they naturally don't know how far the iron smelting technique of the Wei State has developed, and what the equipment in the army has reached.

But the arrows were already on the strings, so they had to be fired, and as the cavalry came into range, the Turkic soldiers released their bowstrings.

"Whoosh!" The sound of a feathered arrow passing through the air sounded, and the feathered arrow quickly slashed through the air and shot at the cavalry.

"Dangdang, dang!" The sound of collision sounded one after another, and few feathered arrows could shoot through the armor worn by those cavalrymen, and only a small part of them could be shot into the opponent's armor under a rain of arrows, but soon there was no help, and they were stuck in the armor.

The speed of the cavalry barely slowed down, and the stunned Turkic soldiers even forgot to pull up the tripping ropes, and only a few rows of foot soldiers supported the rudimentary fence outside the camp.

The Turkic general standing in the camp also looked ahead in amazement, and what he saw was an almost invincible army, a cavalry army more terrible than the Turkic cavalry.

That's the Wei people, the Han people.

"!!"

A horse whistle sounded, and the cavalry had rushed to the front of the camp.

A warhorse rushed to the front, leaping high and jumping over the fence. The Turkic soldiers in the battalion all raised their heads and looked at the man on horseback.

It was a man in armor, with a mask on his face, the mask was red as if it was painted with human blood, and his round eyes were glaring angrily, as if looking down on each of them, and his face was as hideous as a demon with a fierce grin.

He broke through the wind and sand, and a spear directly provoked the soldiers who stood in his way, and blood splattered everywhere, and a few drops fell on the mask, which made the mask look even more red.

Everything seemed to tell them that it was not a human, but a rakshasa who had crawled out of the Nine Shadows.

The rakshasa raised the spear in his hand and shouted a word that directly crushed their last courage.

"Join the battle!!"

Looking at Gao Changgong, who had already rushed into the enemy formation, Gu Nan looked away slightly, and suddenly thought that he should have been like this back then, no wonder, even children would be scared to cry when they saw her.

Glancing down at the spear in her hand, she hadn't used it in a long time, and she didn't know if it would ever be used.

With the sound of horses' hooves, she rushed into the camp with the cavalry.

In the eyes of others, the spear in her hand turned into a cold light, and in the blink of an eye, blood splashed at the corners of her eyes, sliding down her cheeks, making the otherwise handsome face with a little chill.

In a short time, the cavalry had completely stormed this Turkic camp of several thousand people.

The Turkic soldiers held their scimitars and looked at the ghost-faced general not far away, not daring to step forward, they had no will to fight.

Seeing the general killed, they turned back with pale faces and wanted to turn around and run away, but when they turned around, they saw another scene.

They saw a woman coming from the side on a horse, with some red on her black armor, presumably stained with blood.

She was different from the hideous ghost, she didn't have a terrifying face, or rather, she looked beautiful and a little cold, like the moon in the desert night. In normal times, this woman was enough to make any of them fall for it.

Unfortunately, now the woman was carrying a spear dripping with blood, which only made them stand there in horror.

Suddenly, a soldier saw the sword at the woman's waist, a black rapier with no lattice.

His pupils contracted, and he pointed at the sword and shouted almost miserably, "Devil, ghost!" (Turkic.) ）”

For a moment, a group of Turkic soldiers looked at the sword at the woman's waist in panic.

They themselves were people who lived in nearby tribes, and in the past two years, for the Turks, there was one thing in the desert of the frontier that they absolutely did not want to mention, and that was about this black and gridless rappier.

Legend has it that it is held in the hands of a terrible ghost and will kill everyone who is lost in the desert. Whether it's a horse thief, or a Turkic soldier.

At first, it was just that some people who entered the Wei border to arrest the Han disappeared inexplicably.

But once, the terrible ghost used it to kill nearly a thousand cavalry soldiers who entered the country.

Later, based on the reports of those who had escaped, they learned about the incident. When I went back to investigate, I saw a whole desert stained red, and bones that were half buried by the desert.

Since then, they have greatly reduced the number of trips south, and this black and gridless thin sword has almost become a taboo legend among the Turkic tribes near this frontier.

The appearance of the woman in front of her and the black thin sword at her waist reminded the Turkic soldiers of this legend.

A Turkic soldier, with trembling hands, stood between the rakshasa and the ghost, and he threw away his blade, his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees crying.